CERYS
“Gray, are you sure you want to come with us?” I asked as I flipped through my dresser. He laid on my bed with a magazine about some human sport he was really into while I fretted over what I was going to wear to my first shift.
I felt different all day. Callum said he felt the same. Both our dads had cautioned us not to say much in front of Mom because she was already a worried mess. Seeing as she didn’t do the whole wolf thing normally, I got it. They promised to keep her in the house while we left tonight. Callum and I firmly did not want our parents tagging along.
That was just weird.
“Fifi is coming,” he excused.
“Fifi would come whether or not we invited her,” I laughed. I pulled out a lavender sports set. The short-sleeved top stopped right at my belly button, but the
